Author's Notes – Been quite a while since I came out with something new (or hell even an update the stuff I already have up!) but here I am with something brand new, and dare I say, a little original. I should warn you, this fic is what happens when you watch Sailor Moon, The Princess Bride, Disney movies, and read too many fairy tale induced books. I guess inspiration comes in odd places.
Now, if you couldn't guess from what has already been said, this fic is HIGHLY AU. I'm using characters from the wrestling world and that's about it…everything else has been jumbled up in my odd little imagination (example, John Cena is a six year-old boy, his mother is Jillian, and his grandfather is Ric Flair.). I hope this doesn't get too terribly confusing. If it does, let me know and I'll try and explain better or write out a little blurb on who's who in the fic.
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That's all I need to say, on to the fic!
Tink
Disclaimer - I own nothing in this fic that is even remotely recognized by anyone…though the idea for the plot is my own. I have a mortal fear of lawyers so please don't sue…you really wouldn't get much anyway.
Once Upon a Time…
John cautiously looked at his bedroom door before slowly turning his head to peek out the window and then back to the door once again. He was holding his breath in complete silence, lest he make a sound and be discovered. Once he was sure no one was able to see what he was about to do he released his breath and glanced at his hands mischievously. Without a second thought, he yanked the frog and cow-shaped oven mitts of his hands and began to scratch. Never had the simple task of scratching oneself ever felt so good as his tiny hands went from his arms to his stomach to his back then back to his stomach again. He was just about to reach that one elusive spot on his back that he could never seem to reach when his bedroom door flew open. He was busted.
"John Cena what did I tell you about scratching," his mother reprimanded as she walked into her son's room. "You're never going to get better if you keep scratching."
"But it's so itchy," he whined making the last word sound as though it had six extra y's.
"Jillian take it easy on him," an older man said as he entered the room, "he's just a boy after all and it's never fun having the chicken pox."
"Grandpa Ric," John cheered as he flew out of bed to give the graying man a hug.
"Calm down Johnny boy," Ric chuckled, "if you don't behave while I'm here I think your mother's going to make me go back home. Now get back in bed." The boy smiled at his grandfather and did as he was told, scrambling across the sheets to the pillows where he sat. Jillian walked around his bed and gathered up the two discarded oven mitts and handed them back to her son who looked at her with a pout. She simply gave him a stern don't-try-me look before he gave up and put the frog and the cow back on his hands.
"Now, I've got to go run a few errands for a little while and your grandpa is going to stay here and look after you, please be good for him."
"Come on Jillian, you know he always behaves for Grandpa, don't ya Johnny?" John nodded eagerly as Ric smiled at his daughter. "Now go do your things, John and I will have fun while you're gone." He noticed the stern look his daughter was giving him as he decided to add to his statement, "but not too much fun."
Jillian sighed, "Alright, but if you have any problems, and I mean any problems, you call me on my cell and I'll be right back." She leaned down and gave her son a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Be good and that means you too." She looked at Ric with a knowing glance who merely feigned innocence as she left the room.
"So, now that I've got you alone for the whole day what do you say we do something fun?"
"Like what? Mom said I'm not allowed to leave my bed." John pouted again as Ric smiled reaching for the bad he had brought in with him.
"Sometimes, Johnny boy, you don't have to leave your room to have a great adventure." Ric pulled out a thick leather covered book and showed it to John.
He looked down, unimpressed, at the book in his grandfather's hands, "It's a book."
"Yes it's a book, you know back in my day…" Ric began before John cut him off.
"Back in your day you walked twenty miles, barefoot, in the snow, to the library to get some book because you didn't have anything fun like video games or TV." John smirked as his Ric rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I was going to say. What I was trying to say was that when I was little, and I was sick, my grandfather would read me this book. Since I couldn't go outside and play with my friends, I could play in this little world created by this book in my imagination," he shrugged, "I just thought it'd be nice to share that with my grandson." John smiled at the older man and crawled to the end of his bed to take the book from him.
"The Princess Quest," he scoffed, "sounds like a girlie story to me."
"Girlie? You call war, fencing, poison, true love, friendship, betrayal, hate, revenge, giants, hunters, evil men, good men, gorgeous women, creatures of all shapes, sizes, and viciousness, pain, death, lies, truth, passion, and miracles girlie?" Ric shook his head. "This story is not girlie my boy, why it's one of the greatest stories of heroism out there. But…if you don't want me to read it…"
"No," he said quickly, "it sounds kind of cool. Read it to me."
Ric smiled as he took the book from his grandson and opened it to the first page and began to read, "Once upon a time the galaxy now known as the Milky Way was home to two thriving, warring, kingdoms. No one quite knows what started the great conflict between the Golden Kingdom of Earth and the Silver Kingdom of the Moon; some speculate it began with a shipment of rotten fruit to the Moon; others swear it started when a traveler from the Moon stole something of importance from the Earth's royalty. But no matter the reason, be it fruit or stolen goods, the two kingdoms had been at war for nearly a hundred years. The countless battles, the immeasurable amounts of bloodshed, and the loss of loved ones over the years had left the two kingdoms weary and desperate for an end to the battles and killing.
It was then that the High King of the Earth, Hunter; along with his wife Stephanie and his young son Adam traveled to the Moon where Queen Victoria and her newborn daughter Amy were waiting to talk of a way to bring peace to their kingdoms…
"I believe a treaty of alliance is the only way to bring peace to our kingdoms," Queen Victoria suggested over the outraged tones of the advisors in the Great Hall.
"As if signing some piece of paper would have the Earthlings keep their word," a woman from the back scoffed.
"Like the Lunarians can be trusted," a man shouted back, "the people of Earth would not stand for it!"
"Silence," the Queen bellowed, raising one regal hand in the air, quickly quieting the hall.
Queen Stephanie smiled warmly at the other woman, "I would have to agree with you. These wars cannot continue the time has come for peace."
"But merely signing some treaty would not appease our people, nor would it please your people Queen Victoria," the king sighed. "We need something more than a mere treaty, something that would bring our people together without fighting one another." A soft cry then came from the white and pink cradle to the moon queen's right. The three monarchs regarded the small babe crying happily as an idea came to Queen Stephanie.
"I think I may have a solution," she began slowly. The queen motioned for her young son to come to her as she went on. "You have a daughter and we have a son, and we both wish for peace between our worlds. What I propose is to join our kingdoms, by marriage, when the children reach the proper age of course."
"Your Highness, I think you may have ended this war." Queen Victoria looked sadly down at her daughter. She had wanted to give her the opportunity she had never had, to marry for love, not obligation. But her sacrifice would bring peace to the Earth and Moon and safe countless lives and the queen prayed that someday she would understand. "Come here Prince Adam; meet my daughter, Princess Amy, your future wife."